In honour of whatever fucking jubilee it is this time I nominate Prince Charles.
Hypercritical, organic, away with the fairies, homeopathic, parasitic, clueless, jug eared, married to a fucking horse, cunt.
Al Roker is a talentless affirmative action cunt.
James McClean, new found wonderboy at Sunderland is a contemptible cunt.
Happy to play for Northern Ireland at underage level, and avail of the opportunities to put himself in the shop window, this hateful little bollocks of a cunt gets his break and jumps ship to the Republic of Ireland.
..then abuses the IFA and the NI fans.
Fuck you, McClean, you slimy cunting load of dogshit.
(James in the kit he happily wore before he discovered his new found love for another country.)
Ali Disaei. Glad this smarmy, lying cunt has been sent back to jail.
They should never have let the cunt out in the first place.
There might be some justice after all.
This time don’t let the cunt out
I nominate Worlds Fattest Cunt Keith Martin! This total waste of oxygen and nutrition costs you and I £50k a year for round the clock care.
The fat twat weighs in at a rather portly 58 stone and hasn’t seen his tiny cock in a decade. Imagine having the onerous task of wiping this blubber mountain’s arse crack after he’s shat out his healthy breakfast of 8 hotdogs and sorting out his bed sores the size of a dinner plate. They probably us a pressure washer on the fat fucker.
All his over eating he informs us is because he’s sad that his parents split up when he was young. Fucking boo hoo! He should get rendered down and the tallow created used to heat OAPs homes this winter!